Songs on the radio play with me, rhythmically conducting something. Tuning it out is ineffective. What ever dances it’s way in, happens on its own, without correlating its outcome. Sometimes it’s the words, sometimes it’s the beat, sometimes it’s the instrumental background, sometimes it’s the trigger of some memory. The process is foreign, and it never seizes to amaze me- The physical reaction of the heart, or some strange head to toe rush. It enters the blood steam and flows with it. Taking me, having me over and over again. Like a junkie, feeding some starving void. It won’t stop until the next one takes its spot… I think I have a problem. It must be a mild case of OCD… or perhaps something else… No, No, No. Never mind. It must be the OCD! Maybe not so mild, though. Ha! Let’s blame it on that!
There are two recent ones, which have the best instrumental beginning. The whole song should be based only on that particular segment… Wait, this is coming from someone that is entirely uncoordinated with instruments and never took up the studying of music… My opinion is worthless. eh.